Well, I just returned from my annual appointment with a mammogram machine. I keep wondering at what age is one free to stop this torture?! But Mary Ann, the technician, wished me a Happy New “Yeaah” (She’s from Glosta) and reminded me to book early for 2025. So, she thinks I’ll still be around.
Feeling relieved at her assessment, I stopped by Marshall’s, CVS and Shaw’s Market to pick up a few things. Some needed. Some pure impulse. Like a package of Poinsettia Christmas napkins. It reminded me of Mama and they were 75% off. Which at a final cost of .50 cents is almost like free. Right?
So why thoughts about Mama? It brought me back to DeKalb, Illinois when Daddy and I took a sled to do errands. We trudged happily to the A&P grocery store and the local Five and Dime. Mama stayed home, baking and tending my brother, Dan. Ralph was only a gleam in my Daddy’s eyes back then, according to family lore.
But back to the napkins. Mama made a list, which Daddy tucked into his pocket and never looked at, as far as I saw. He knew Mama’s short and cash conscious list by heart. The usual plus more cardamom for the Julekake, Norwegian Christmas bread, and real butter, no oleo margarine this time. It was Christmas, after all. So at the grocery store Daddy added pickled herring, nuts for cracking, a bag of hard candy, and other Scandinavian treats. He loved providing surprises. Most worked out.
As for the Five and Dime store, Mama needed just four red candles and a package of Christmas Poinsettia napkins. Christmas was mostly homemade. But some things needed to come from stores, like Mama’s Pond’s cold cream and ink for Daddy’s Parker pen.
I was reminded of Pond’s face cream last week when I ventured to Nordstrom’s cosmetic counter to look at some cream for my face. Apart from the high price, I couldn’t bear to slather on the saleswoman’s suggestion. Why? She said, “This will plump up your skin.” Well, the last thing I’m interested in doing to my skin this year is plumping it up. I’ve been there and done that and I prefer less plumping.
So by now you’re probably wondering what’s the point of this odd blog? Well, when looking backwards or forwards life has a fair amount of odds and ends. Snippets of memory from childhood. Odd pieces, people, choices, encounters that somehow over time make up life. My life and yours. And somehow, some way, God shows up and helps us make something worthwhile out of the patchwork pieces, the leftovers.
But even when life makes little or no sense, take a look back. And, I’m pretty sure, you, like I, will see ways God surprised and gave us something not on our list. And the more we get to know and trust God’s heart, the less we’ll think, “The oddest thing just happened.”
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